Post by Abram Dabra on Mar 16, 2013 12:23:10 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Clyde Bennet
Also Known As:The Technomancer. The Ghost.
Age: 20
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 143lbs
Blood Type: AB+
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Brown
Hair: Brown
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Tinkering with gadgets and other mechanical objects, fantasizing about being surrounded by beautiful women and being a big shot, honing his skills, drinking.
Talents: Fixing crap without the proper parts, adapting plans on the fly, being an annoying little shit.
Favorite things: Money and large breasted women.
Sports/Clubs N/A
Misc.: Right now at the start of his career he is more focused on making a name for himself rather than enjoying down time.
Mental Information
Personality: He is loud, rude, crude, and selfish. He doesn't think about other peoples wants and needs in a light other than how he can monetize it. Everyone has wants and needs and in the end the most important ones are his own. Other peoples only matter in so far as they help him obtain his. As for his wants and needs, they are fairly simple. He wants enough food to eat, enough water to drink, and a titty amusement park. He wants enough money to be able to surround himself with beautiful women and all manners of comfort.
While some may call him a cynic he firmly believes that he is a realist. People are shitbags, if they were not then they wouldn't have blown up their world. Civilization wouldn't be in ruins, and he would never have a job. But people did, and he does. All because people are selfish, and he understands that, and embraces that about himself.
He likes to follow the mentality of working smart over working hard. He doesn't like getting in to a direct confrontation if he can help it, unless he has rigged it to ensure he has a hefty advantage. People that frown on shortcuts are stupid and prideful. It isn't about doing things in an honorable way, it's about getting things done.
That being said he does have an honor code for his job. But that is to his client. He refuses to turn on a client in the middle of a job, and he has never broken a confidentiality agreement. His reputation is his meal ticket and he has never come across a short term gain large enough to be worth tanking his reputation and the future jobs that a good reputation can earn.
Mentality: He is selfish and analytical. He knows the value of appraising situations and deciding on the best course of action. But if he wants something bad enough he will sometimes ignore the smart play in favor of getting his way.
Ideal: "I survive because of the skills I've acquired over the years. Granted there are a lot of skilled people out there, more skilled than me. But that is the only advantage they have. Doing battle is like going through life! Conditions change from minute to minute and you have to be prepared for events you can't even predict. You need to be able to read each situation with a rational mind. Be clear in your decisions and take action in an instant. None of this possible without pure self confidence, and that only comes from experience. To hone your abilities you need to experience everything you can no matter how crummy the job is. And the only profession that allows you to make money while doing this is mercenary work!
So you see, I am the balls."
Belief: People who talk about the greater good generally have a secondary motive.
Physical Information
Build: Short but athletic.
Defining Marks: N/A
Description:
Clyde is not an imposing figure by any stretch of the imagination. He is short and skinny, though decently athletic. Shaggy light brown hair is constantly dirty and a mess. His face is flat with a nose that has been broken more than once, along with gaps in his teeth and an overbite. He is not what many people would describe as an attractive man. He often goes weeks without showering until the stench overpowers even his nose. The stench is often made worse by constantly being crammed in to his combat suit. The persona that most people know him by.
The suit is one that is crafted to survive the desert heat of Arizona. A metal helmet with fans installed inside of it. A sunshade attached to the top of the helmet to cut down on heat as well as glare. He wears a combat jacket and survival vest fitted with pockets to hold various small items of use. His hands are covered by light brown leather gloves and his pants are a light canvas pants. Over all of this he tends to wear a traveling cloak to protect himself against the wind and rain.
He holds himself with a bearing of pride and self confidence, not allowing himself to telegraph signs of intimidation even against the largest and most deadly of foes. It is all about projecting a persona and he strives to project the persona of a badass and a professional while on the job.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: On top of his head he wears a sunshade and a full head helmet to protect his head and identity.
Shirts: He wears a combat jacket with a survival vest over top of that.
Pants: Combat pants with a utility belt around his waist.
Shoes: Hiking boots.
Misc: Light brown traveling cloak.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Street brawl
Years Practiced: 5
Description of style: When he says street brawl he doesn't mean mixed martial arts but rather dirty fighting. The way he sees it if he finds himself in a fair fight then something went horribly wrong. That is why he will kick, bite, throw dirt, and use anything he can to get an edge. Fish hooks, groin shots, scratching at eyes. Nothing is off limits if it gets him out of a bind alive.
History Information
History: Prior to the Barker Bombs dropping Clyde grew up in a small town in Arizona. Smack dab in the middle of nowhere. Life was fairly normal for him in the CPS system. Teachers were rough, students were shitty, and everyone was out for themselves. He was no exception and he did what he had to do to get by. Generally that meant staying out of the way of the big men on campus. That was always fine with him though, he wanted to keep to himself most of the time and tinker with stuff in the shop.
That or try and peep in on the girls locker room.
He was never very popular with the girls or the guys. Something that he always just laughed off and waved away. He didn't need their friendship when he had himself. He was always self reliant. And when the Barker bombs dropped and his family died he was forced to truly become self sufficient or die.
He thrived. Making what he needed and scavenging what he could find he spent the first few years making his living doing whatever he could to get by. It didn't matter, if someone had a job to get done he would do it. The world had turned to be truly dog eat dog and he was determined to make sure that he wound up on top.
Over the years his new job and persona as a mercenary took him all over the state of Arizona and beyond. Clyde Bennet was mostly forgotten and in his place was a man that went by many names. It didn't matter what you called him, only that you paid him. If you did that he would put his life on the line to get the job done. Unfortunately if you do something long enough and well enough you make enemies. His enemies hit him where it really hurt.
Not his home, and not people close to him. He didn't have that. No, they destroyed most of his gear, leaving him a shell of his former self. He was a smart enough man to know when it was time to run like a little bitch, and so he fled his state and exiled himself in the harsh desert wasteland heading westward. Now that he has arrived in Long Beach, the origin spot of the Barker bombs and the central hub of the chaos that was engulfing the world. It was here that he would forge a new name for himself and climb his way up the shit covered walls of the pit he now found himself in.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Small hollowed out loft in Heaven and Hell (unknown to the owner but Role player approves.)
Roommates: All of the girls in the brothel (unknown to them IC)
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: Admin Verified
Name: Clyde Bennet
Also Known As:
Age: 20
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 143lbs
Blood Type: AB+
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Brown
Hair: Brown
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Tinkering with gadgets and other mechanical objects, fantasizing about being surrounded by beautiful women and being a big shot, honing his skills, drinking.
Talents: Fixing crap without the proper parts, adapting plans on the fly, being an annoying little shit.
Favorite things: Money and large breasted women.
Sports/Clubs N/A
Misc.: Right now at the start of his career he is more focused on making a name for himself rather than enjoying down time.
Mental Information
Personality: He is loud, rude, crude, and selfish. He doesn't think about other peoples wants and needs in a light other than how he can monetize it. Everyone has wants and needs and in the end the most important ones are his own. Other peoples only matter in so far as they help him obtain his. As for his wants and needs, they are fairly simple. He wants enough food to eat, enough water to drink, and a titty amusement park. He wants enough money to be able to surround himself with beautiful women and all manners of comfort.
While some may call him a cynic he firmly believes that he is a realist. People are shitbags, if they were not then they wouldn't have blown up their world. Civilization wouldn't be in ruins, and he would never have a job. But people did, and he does. All because people are selfish, and he understands that, and embraces that about himself.
He likes to follow the mentality of working smart over working hard. He doesn't like getting in to a direct confrontation if he can help it, unless he has rigged it to ensure he has a hefty advantage. People that frown on shortcuts are stupid and prideful. It isn't about doing things in an honorable way, it's about getting things done.
That being said he does have an honor code for his job. But that is to his client. He refuses to turn on a client in the middle of a job, and he has never broken a confidentiality agreement. His reputation is his meal ticket and he has never come across a short term gain large enough to be worth tanking his reputation and the future jobs that a good reputation can earn.
Mentality: He is selfish and analytical. He knows the value of appraising situations and deciding on the best course of action. But if he wants something bad enough he will sometimes ignore the smart play in favor of getting his way.
Ideal: "I survive because of the skills I've acquired over the years. Granted there are a lot of skilled people out there, more skilled than me. But that is the only advantage they have. Doing battle is like going through life! Conditions change from minute to minute and you have to be prepared for events you can't even predict. You need to be able to read each situation with a rational mind. Be clear in your decisions and take action in an instant. None of this possible without pure self confidence, and that only comes from experience. To hone your abilities you need to experience everything you can no matter how crummy the job is. And the only profession that allows you to make money while doing this is mercenary work!
So you see, I am the balls."
Belief: People who talk about the greater good generally have a secondary motive.
Physical Information
Build: Short but athletic.
Defining Marks: N/A
Description:
Clyde is not an imposing figure by any stretch of the imagination. He is short and skinny, though decently athletic. Shaggy light brown hair is constantly dirty and a mess. His face is flat with a nose that has been broken more than once, along with gaps in his teeth and an overbite. He is not what many people would describe as an attractive man. He often goes weeks without showering until the stench overpowers even his nose. The stench is often made worse by constantly being crammed in to his combat suit. The persona that most people know him by.
The suit is one that is crafted to survive the desert heat of Arizona. A metal helmet with fans installed inside of it. A sunshade attached to the top of the helmet to cut down on heat as well as glare. He wears a combat jacket and survival vest fitted with pockets to hold various small items of use. His hands are covered by light brown leather gloves and his pants are a light canvas pants. Over all of this he tends to wear a traveling cloak to protect himself against the wind and rain.
He holds himself with a bearing of pride and self confidence, not allowing himself to telegraph signs of intimidation even against the largest and most deadly of foes. It is all about projecting a persona and he strives to project the persona of a badass and a professional while on the job.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: On top of his head he wears a sunshade and a full head helmet to protect his head and identity.
Shirts: He wears a combat jacket with a survival vest over top of that.
Pants: Combat pants with a utility belt around his waist.
Shoes: Hiking boots.
Misc: Light brown traveling cloak.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Street brawl
Years Practiced: 5
Description of style: When he says street brawl he doesn't mean mixed martial arts but rather dirty fighting. The way he sees it if he finds himself in a fair fight then something went horribly wrong. That is why he will kick, bite, throw dirt, and use anything he can to get an edge. Fish hooks, groin shots, scratching at eyes. Nothing is off limits if it gets him out of a bind alive.
History Information
History: Prior to the Barker Bombs dropping Clyde grew up in a small town in Arizona. Smack dab in the middle of nowhere. Life was fairly normal for him in the CPS system. Teachers were rough, students were shitty, and everyone was out for themselves. He was no exception and he did what he had to do to get by. Generally that meant staying out of the way of the big men on campus. That was always fine with him though, he wanted to keep to himself most of the time and tinker with stuff in the shop.
That or try and peep in on the girls locker room.
He was never very popular with the girls or the guys. Something that he always just laughed off and waved away. He didn't need their friendship when he had himself. He was always self reliant. And when the Barker bombs dropped and his family died he was forced to truly become self sufficient or die.
He thrived. Making what he needed and scavenging what he could find he spent the first few years making his living doing whatever he could to get by. It didn't matter, if someone had a job to get done he would do it. The world had turned to be truly dog eat dog and he was determined to make sure that he wound up on top.
Over the years his new job and persona as a mercenary took him all over the state of Arizona and beyond. Clyde Bennet was mostly forgotten and in his place was a man that went by many names. It didn't matter what you called him, only that you paid him. If you did that he would put his life on the line to get the job done. Unfortunately if you do something long enough and well enough you make enemies. His enemies hit him where it really hurt.
Not his home, and not people close to him. He didn't have that. No, they destroyed most of his gear, leaving him a shell of his former self. He was a smart enough man to know when it was time to run like a little bitch, and so he fled his state and exiled himself in the harsh desert wasteland heading westward. Now that he has arrived in Long Beach, the origin spot of the Barker bombs and the central hub of the chaos that was engulfing the world. It was here that he would forge a new name for himself and climb his way up the shit covered walls of the pit he now found himself in.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Small hollowed out loft in Heaven and Hell (unknown to the owner but Role player approves.)
Roommates: All of the girls in the brothel (unknown to them IC)
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: Admin Verified